05-05-2004, 03:54 AM
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Dan
She
© 2004 by Rob Abel/EverythingJason
Small Raindrops were falling on cold, black concrete, slowly building up in puddles of murky water. Fog filled the lonely streets of downtown Toronto. The moon in his dreary and dark golden light was hiding behind cold black and gray clouds; old and wise, ever watching the lost souls selling their bodies for a handful of paper, dirty and evil, bringing ruin to humankind.
Taxicabs were rushing through the wet streets…dropping people off… picking them up, ever reminding the onlookers of an anthill, full of swarming black nameless, faceless little creatures, living their lives, day in day out without any memory of their existence left for others.
Tick, tick, tick… the minute hand of the old bronze colored clock was ticking slowly, with each step, wasting another minute of my life, with each minute bringing me closer to destiny, to the unknown future of my own being.
Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnng, rrrrrrrinnnnnnnnng; I woke up; my eyes immediately opened wide, blood rushing through my brain, my heart pumping with adrenaline. I turned around, my clammy fingers reaching for the phone, grabbing it.
“Hello? Are you there? Hello, sleepyhead?” “Yeah, …” my voice trembling, still trying to adjust myself to the reality of being awake. “Sorry, if I woke you up buddy, but it is almost 10.30 now. We said that we will be at the club at 11!”, the voice at the other end said. “That’s alright. I must have dozed off, hard day at work today you know! I will be ready though.” I said, slowly finding myself stretching the sleep out of my tired limbs. “Are you still picking me up?” “Of course…” the voice answered. “I’ll be there in about 15; sound alright?” “Sure, I’ll be ready by then, take care!” “Bye then, see you soon!”
I lifted myself up out of the couch, where I must have fell asleep an hour ago. I had totally forgotten about tonight, the club, my friend picking me up. Nonetheless, I had 15 minutes, plenty of time to get ready.
Thirteen minutes later I stood in front of my apartment building. It was an old soapstone colored block of concrete, build in the Victorian style in the 1960s. The rain was trickling down on my old leatherjacket. The time was almost quarter to eleven, as a dark gray Chevrolet Caprice Classic pulled up in front of me. The windows were tinted black and I was unable to make out anybody on the inside of the car… I felt a little uneasy, standing on the cold sidewalk, fog swirling around my ankles, almost touching my legs with it’s icy, gray, spider like fingers. It was then, that the passenger window rolled down, sending little drops of rain running down the side of the car like tears. I stepped slowly, foot by foot, towards the still dark interior of the old vehicle. A scent of lavender drank deep into my nose, tingling my senses. I could see nobody in the drivers seat, yet I felt a presence of someone being near, ever watching my every move, with eyes piercing through my mind, sensing my every thought. As I was close to the car, I could make out the interior, which was dark, purple, almost velvet like, running from seat to seat, covering the door panels as well as the inside roof.
The scent of lavender got stronger as I reached the passenger door, mixing with another scent I couldn’t make out, sending shivers down my spine, twisting my thoughts.
I was afraid, yet felt strangely intoxicated, excited about the origin of this eccentric vapor I could sense.
Then I saw her. How she got so close to me I don’t know, as I didn’t manage to hear any sound of footsteps or anything related. She appeared to be tall, clad in the same strangely dark purple material that I noticed on the car interior. Her long dark brown, almost black hair fell down on her shoulders in waves, never-ending flows of eternity it seemed. As the clouds parted on the night sky and the moon illuminated the rainy, foggy streets, I was able to make out her face. It was sleek, unfamiliar pale, yet her cheeks lit up in an insipid rose’. Her almond shaped eyes were enclosed by a dark eye shadow, her lips glowing in a shade of wine, blooded tone of burgundy. She smiled, her eyes gray-green, catlike in appearance, glanced at me, touching my soul, piercing it. The smell of lavender was extreme now, almost overwhelming, as she stepped, no, flowed closer to me, laying her arms on my shoulders, sharp fingers running through my hair. That’s when it hit me, the scent I couldn’t make out earlier, that strange smell I sensed, mixed with the beautiful distressed, heartrending scent of lavender. It smelled like earth, fresh opened broken ground, wet and muddy from the rain. I was appalled, yet delighted by the scent, as I drew in more and more of the intoxicating smell of demise. She pressed her cold body against mine, my soul burning in cold hellish flames of agony as she pulled my head back. She opened her beautiful mouth, revealing long sharp ivory colored fangs, ready to eradicate her prey. Her fangs flashed once in the cold moonlight before she moved forward in lightning fast speed puncturing my warm flesh. I wanted to fight, struggle for my life, but this strange sense of warmth, of deathly love she gave me, made me feel secure. I fell into an endless dream of hope, lust, yet agony of a never-ending life before me as she drank the last drop of my life. I felt live leaving my tired body, felt her tearing my soul apart with her eternal thirst…
Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnng, rrrrrrrinnnnnnnnng; I woke up; my eyes immediately opened wide, blood rushing through my brain, my heart pumping with adrenaline. I turned around, my clammy fingers reaching for the phone, grabbing it…
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Dan
She
© 2004 by Rob Abel/EverythingJason
Small Raindrops were falling on cold, black concrete, slowly building up in puddles of murky water. Fog filled the lonely streets of downtown Toronto. The moon in his dreary and dark golden light was hiding behind cold black and gray clouds; old and wise, ever watching the lost souls selling their bodies for a handful of paper, dirty and evil, bringing ruin to humankind.
Taxicabs were rushing through the wet streets…dropping people off… picking them up, ever reminding the onlookers of an anthill, full of swarming black nameless, faceless little creatures, living their lives, day in day out without any memory of their existence left for others.
Tick, tick, tick… the minute hand of the old bronze colored clock was ticking slowly, with each step, wasting another minute of my life, with each minute bringing me closer to destiny, to the unknown future of my own being.
Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnng, rrrrrrrinnnnnnnnng; I woke up; my eyes immediately opened wide, blood rushing through my brain, my heart pumping with adrenaline. I turned around, my clammy fingers reaching for the phone, grabbing it.
“Hello? Are you there? Hello, sleepyhead?” “Yeah, …” my voice trembling, still trying to adjust myself to the reality of being awake. “Sorry, if I woke you up buddy, but it is almost 10.30 now. We said that we will be at the club at 11!”, the voice at the other end said. “That’s alright. I must have dozed off, hard day at work today you know! I will be ready though.” I said, slowly finding myself stretching the sleep out of my tired limbs. “Are you still picking me up?” “Of course…” the voice answered. “I’ll be there in about 15; sound alright?” “Sure, I’ll be ready by then, take care!” “Bye then, see you soon!”
I lifted myself up out of the couch, where I must have fell asleep an hour ago. I had totally forgotten about tonight, the club, my friend picking me up. Nonetheless, I had 15 minutes, plenty of time to get ready.
Thirteen minutes later I stood in front of my apartment building. It was an old soapstone colored block of concrete, build in the Victorian style in the 1960s. The rain was trickling down on my old leatherjacket. The time was almost quarter to eleven, as a dark gray Chevrolet Caprice Classic pulled up in front of me. The windows were tinted black and I was unable to make out anybody on the inside of the car… I felt a little uneasy, standing on the cold sidewalk, fog swirling around my ankles, almost touching my legs with it’s icy, gray, spider like fingers. It was then, that the passenger window rolled down, sending little drops of rain running down the side of the car like tears. I stepped slowly, foot by foot, towards the still dark interior of the old vehicle. A scent of lavender drank deep into my nose, tingling my senses. I could see nobody in the drivers seat, yet I felt a presence of someone being near, ever watching my every move, with eyes piercing through my mind, sensing my every thought. As I was close to the car, I could make out the interior, which was dark, purple, almost velvet like, running from seat to seat, covering the door panels as well as the inside roof.
The scent of lavender got stronger as I reached the passenger door, mixing with another scent I couldn’t make out, sending shivers down my spine, twisting my thoughts.
I was afraid, yet felt strangely intoxicated, excited about the origin of this eccentric vapor I could sense.
Then I saw her. How she got so close to me I don’t know, as I didn’t manage to hear any sound of footsteps or anything related. She appeared to be tall, clad in the same strangely dark purple material that I noticed on the car interior. Her long dark brown, almost black hair fell down on her shoulders in waves, never-ending flows of eternity it seemed. As the clouds parted on the night sky and the moon illuminated the rainy, foggy streets, I was able to make out her face. It was sleek, unfamiliar pale, yet her cheeks lit up in an insipid rose’. Her almond shaped eyes were enclosed by a dark eye shadow, her lips glowing in a shade of wine, blooded tone of burgundy. She smiled, her eyes gray-green, catlike in appearance, glanced at me, touching my soul, piercing it. The smell of lavender was extreme now, almost overwhelming, as she stepped, no, flowed closer to me, laying her arms on my shoulders, sharp fingers running through my hair. That’s when it hit me, the scent I couldn’t make out earlier, that strange smell I sensed, mixed with the beautiful distressed, heartrending scent of lavender. It smelled like earth, fresh opened broken ground, wet and muddy from the rain. I was appalled, yet delighted by the scent, as I drew in more and more of the intoxicating smell of demise. She pressed her cold body against mine, my soul burning in cold hellish flames of agony as she pulled my head back. She opened her beautiful mouth, revealing long sharp ivory colored fangs, ready to eradicate her prey. Her fangs flashed once in the cold moonlight before she moved forward in lightning fast speed puncturing my warm flesh. I wanted to fight, struggle for my life, but this strange sense of warmth, of deathly love she gave me, made me feel secure. I fell into an endless dream of hope, lust, yet agony of a never-ending life before me as she drank the last drop of my life. I felt live leaving my tired body, felt her tearing my soul apart with her eternal thirst…
Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnng, rrrrrrrinnnnnnnnng; I woke up; my eyes immediately opened wide, blood rushing through my brain, my heart pumping with adrenaline. I turned around, my clammy fingers reaching for the phone, grabbing it…
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